Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

"During this time, it's really, really quiet..."

"No fighting, no quarreling, no, even the most basic heroes are gone, it's really quiet and scary."

"Even Master Fujimaru Tachika is in that kind of lethargic state... no no no no, how can this save Renli!"

This is a rather desperate cry from Chaldea employees in private. Although it is only a personal voice, it can actually reflect the specific situation of Chaldea during this period.

If the destroyed outside world without any signs of life can be regarded as a hell on earth, then Chaldea, which is obviously the last place of human beings, is like a "hell" in another sense.

— depressing.

It's about atmosphere.

After a long time, even the sound of Mr. Lancer Enkidu educating the hero King Gilgamesh, which replaced the trembling rumble of the roof and ceiling, gradually disappeared. Of course, it may also be because they changed to a more secluded place to continue educate.

The pharaoh who locked himself in the room looking at the flowers and meditating, and the king of the cave who didn't know where he was but probably couldn't come out of the room, felt like it had been a long time since I saw him.

Let's talk about the mad king Cu Chulainn who came in the next step.

There is already a Cu Chulainn in Chaldea, but it is a normal, refreshing blue spearman who can be ranked in the forefront of all Chaldean heroic spirits in terms of personality and easy to get along with. He is blackened by the Holy Grail. The "produced" Mad King Cu Chulainn has almost no similarities.

The two Cu Chulainns met on a narrow road, and they suddenly met each other. The blue one was caught off guard, and his first reaction was to mutter what? Do I still have this form? Wait, am I this tall? !

Quite different from Lancer Cu Chulainn, who seemed particularly nagging in comparison, Mad King Cu Chulainn only glanced at the blue "self" with his scarlet eyes without any emotion, and then said nothing.

It was as if he hadn't seen him, or even if he had seen him, the existence of this person was meaningless to him.

Therefore, the tall man with endless dangerous aura passed by without turning his eyes, completely indifferent to the astonished blue spearman.

You can ignore even "yourself", let alone other people.

Because of this man's particularly intimidating appearance, people feel that he is not easy to get close to at a glance, and his popularity probably won't be very good.It was also a coincidence that the Mad King himself was not interested in such meaningless and stupid things as interpersonal communication. Basically, he would not show up in public.

It can be seen from this that the members of the Chaldea disappearing as if no one else was there team added one more.

Ok……

Well……

Cough, cough cough...

In this case, although she also claimed that she doesn't like to be disturbed and doesn't want to get along with anyone, Miss Jeanne Alter is simply an angelic existence!

She should be regarded as the only one among these newly arrived heroic spirits who can communicate normally... At most, she can turn around a few corners.

Since the Miss Joan of Arc we saw was also blackened by the Holy Grail, and I really hate others to regard her as the real French saint, so from now on, we will call her "Black Joan of Arc" to show Let's make a distinction.

……

Miss Black Joan was very angry.

Very different from the fire of anger that was always burning in her heart, this anger came from a strange reason, and while it made her furious, she felt from the bottom of her heart—indescribably powerless.

"What a bunch of idiots!"

"It's unbearable, it's too unbearable for me to return to this kind of place filled with self-willed and depraved humans and heroic spirits! Hey, you, it's you, putting on such a disgusting face as always, I really want to Burned to death by me?"

The poor guy whom she refers to as "hey" has no one other than Master Fujimaru Tachika.

Miss Black Joan's remarks were obviously made in a fit of rage and affected by emotions. Although they are generally correct, there are still some exaggerations that are not completely in line with reality—for example, The entire Chaldea is not all "idiots" who "will to degenerate", there are still many normal people who work hard.

Well, yes, it is indeed an exaggeration.

However, the expression of the idiot who always dazzles in front of his eyes and can't avoid it, which combines sadness and despair, is really!An eyesore!

"...Ah, Miss Black Jeanne..."

Fujimaru Tatsuka, who was picked up by the collar of the female heroic spirit, had dull eyes and deep dark circles under his eyes.After hesitating for a long while, he seemed to recognize Miss Hei Joan, and the voice that came out slowly was so annoying.

Black Joan did not expect that after seeing the face of this so-called "master", she became even angrier.

——Could you be more motivated, idiot!

— Believe it or not, I really burned you to death!

The white-haired woman looked a little troubled, and of course, very contemptuous.When she opened her mouth, she probably wanted to talk about the above mental activities.

However, something unexpected happened.

She just uttered the word "can", which is enough to show that her anger has not yet been brewed, and she was picked up by her—Fujimaru Tachika, whose toes were actually still on the ground, suddenly blinked his dull eyes slowly Blink.

Immediately afterwards, tears fell down Broadband's face "swish--" and continued to flow. In just one second, Miss Hei Joan's sleeves were wet.

Black Joan: "?!!!"

The level of disgust doubled directly, the disgust on her face had reached its peak, and she was about to throw the worthless master to the end of the world with her hands.

However, before she officially took action, Fujimaru Tachika had hugged her affectionately, sadly, and excitedly—yes, she hugged Miss Black Joan in a disgusting and sticky way!

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Black Joan: "...Get out!!! Hurry up!!!"

Fujimaru Tachika just doesn't roll.

He is now in a miserable state that is close to exhaustion.

I was comforted by the male heroic spirits who signed the contract earlier, but the final result is also obvious. There are no good effects, but there are many bad ones.Fujimaru Tatsuka was "comforted" back and forth, and the pain in her heart was repeatedly poked even more painful.

Everyone seems to have tacitly agreed that it is basically impossible for him to summon Caster. First, encourage him to cheer up. The beautiful life will continue, and the future of mankind still needs him to save. If Caster does not come, it is actually... oh, the problem is still Pretty big?Forget it, put it another way.

——Master, the so-called expectation is too great, and the disappointment will be greater. You have to adjust your mentality and face the bleak life bravely.First think about whether that Caster doesn't like you because of being called, or if you don't like it at all...

Fujimaru Tachika: "I told you, you have already made the premise that Caster won't come so easily?!"

Everyone looked at each other, and then, under the eyes of Fujimaru Tatsuka who wanted to cry without tears, they dispersed one by one.

Before they left, everyone walked up to the poor Master, patted him on the shoulder solemnly, and gave a little support to this young man who was under too much pressure at such a young age.

There is really only that "little bit".

Fujimaru Tatsuka wanted to cry aloud.

The difficulty of recovering the Holy Grail at the singularity did not break him down. As a result, in Chaldea, the safest and most reassuring place, he felt the great aggrievedness that human beings cannot bear.

Obviously signed a contract with so many powerful heroic spirits, and wiped away the fatigue of struggling on the battlefield with support and paddling personnel at first, but the problem lies in these "powerful heroic spirits" who were summoned later.

Going back further, the "culprit" that caused all these changes—whether good or bad—has never come.

How much Fujimaru Tachika wanted to find someone to confide in her inner doubts and anguish.

Mash has heard too many complaints from him, he can't go to her all the time, and judging from his previous performance, most of his group of heroic spirits are basically useless, so it would be good if he didn't continue to stab him.

As a result, when he was wandering aimlessly, Miss Black Joan appeared in front of Fujimaru Tatsuka just right as if she followed his inner call!

"Is it really because, whether it's me, or Ozymandias, Gilgamesh, they all set their expectations too high, the higher the expectations, the less they can get what they want..."

Hugging Miss Black Joan's leg wearily, Fujimaru Tatsuka said in such a disappointed way.

Black Joan: "..."

It's a fantasy to hear any decent words of comfort from her mouth!Impossible.

The woman only hesitated for half a second before deciding to kick the disgusting slimy Master away.However, before she kicked it away, her indifferent and disgusted expression changed slightly, and the corners of her eyebrows raised slightly.

As if very casually, he asked in a disapproving tone: "Isn't it just a Caster, if you can't summon it, you can't summon it, how amazing can it be, to make you look like this? Hmph, laugh dead!"

"You can't say that, Caster..."

While whispering, Fujimaru Tachika, who was still a little depressed, retracted her arms and let go of Miss Black Joan's slender legs, just to avoid the tragic fate of being kicked into the wall.

Instead of standing up, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground: "Up to now, I have so many companions and the support that allows us to move forward. I am very satisfied and very happy."

"then you--"

"It's different, maybe it's my own idea... I always feel that Caster is different."

Black Joan was taken aback, she was surprised to find that Fujimaru Tachika, who was still crying like a waste, gradually became silent.There is an invisible but catchable faint light, flickering in his slightly drooping eyes.

"—Because, we made an appointment. That agreement was different from the ones we had promised in the past, but they couldn't be fulfilled without exception, because the object didn't lose those memories after leaving the singularity, which gave us a lot. The people who helped, Caster, will always remember, and he also promised, as long as he hears my call, he will definitely come at the first time."

"There is another aspect... From the performance of the Pharaoh, the King of Heroes, and those heroic spirits who are obviously connected with Caster, I can feel that they have only been with us for a short time and don't know what he is like at all. The caster of the person—it must be very beautiful.”

Although he kept saying, ah, Caster is a hideous and terrifying man.

But, from the heart.

Curiosity and anticipation are accumulated bit by bit like this, let him, let them spontaneously fall into tormenting waiting.

I can't stop thinking, can't put down the heavy stone that is pressing on my heart, so I keep letting my anxious thoughts drift away, and go to places that seem to be able to go to distant places.

"...but Caster hasn't shown up for so long."

Is something wrong?No way, the heroic spirits stay in the Hall of Valor.So what happened?This is the most likely, because due to some accidental accident, Caster failed to hear their call, and naturally, he also failed to follow the call.

Everyone knows that as long as it is that "Caster", if there are no accidents...he will never unilaterally break the contract.Now, the simple torment turned into a torment that included deep worries.

Fujimaru Tachika could vaguely understand the mood of the pharaoh who had fallen into silence—ah yes, he could only understand a small part, and felt the pain.

After all, the biggest difference between him and those people is that he has never seen Caster's real face, doesn't know Caster's real name, and he doesn't have such deep and complicated feelings for Caster like those people.

Before the great turmoil in Chaldea came to an abrupt end, Fujimaru Tateka was fortunate enough to have a short but extremely profound dialogue with the protagonists of the dispute.

"Ask why Yu is so confident, and firmly believes that he will come right after him? You, a half-hearted servant, have asked another stupid question. Anyway, since it is a question related to him, it doesn't matter if Yu answers it a little bit .”

It was really a stupid question, the pharaoh didn't even turn his eyes to the questioner, he still folded his arms and stared into the distance.

"——Yu was the one who guided him in the first place. Yu was the one who broke the closed world and allowed him to walk out of the confusion. Well, although the method was a little bit drastic, but it was too gentle, the effect would not be good."

"Yu is also the one who gave him the greatest pampering, allowing him to grow up as he wished. So, after doing these things, did Yu get nothing? Hahaha! How is that possible."

Primer.It was buried long ago.

Where the sun shines, the Pharaoh promises that his queen can do whatever she wants.

This seemingly boundless connivance actually has a clear premise.

——There is a place where you are.

—You must not leave.Stay, you have to stay by Yu's side.

"That's it. Yu let him walk down from a high place that no one else can touch, and he will naturally come to Yu and fall into Yu's arms."

This was the speech of the Pharaoh. Immediately after him, another king snorted disdainfully and made his own remarks.

"Don't you have a long memory, Taiyang's. He is a treasure placed in the king's wealth by this king, and no one other than this king is allowed to get involved."

"As long as you stay by this king's side, no matter what he wants, this king will find it for him."

Although——after they finished speaking, they looked at each other, and a new crackling war kicked off again.But these words were all clearly printed in the ears of the inquirers who were ignored by them.

……

"I can only understand a little bit, but...just because I am so depressed, their mood must be even worse."

Finally, Tatsuka Fujimaru said so with her head down.

Black Joan looked down at this idiot master condescendingly, with a disgusted expression, but for some reason, she stared at Fujimaru Tachika for a while, and then snorted heavily again.

"It's none of my business!"

"Hey, it really has nothing to do with Miss Black Jeanne..."

However, Black Joan picked him up again.

Looking at Fujimaru Tachika's silly face, his indifferent eyes slanted slightly: "If you call with hope and get no response, then let someone who doesn't like him or even hates him call, maybe he will come Woolen cloth."

Fujimaru Tachika: "Wait, wait, what kind of new trick is this? No, where can you find such a person in Chaldea?"

"Me." The corner of the woman's mouth turned up, forming a malicious smile.

"What?!"

"It's so annoying, it makes me so angry, this Caster. Let me state first, from the first word you mentioned him, I deeply hate this person!"

After all, regardless of Fujimaru Tatsuka's reaction, Black Joan sneered arrogantly, and directly dragged Fujimaru Tatsuka to the summoning room.

She snatched away the last thirty Saint Quartz of Fujimaru Tachika, and poured them all into the summoning array without feeling sorry for her. The heart-wrenching scream of the master accompanied the summoning process.

Colored light appeared and was reflected in the cold golden pupils of the white-haired woman.

She didn't expect to be able to summon that Caster at all, but just stood here in a moment of irritability because she saw the Master crying and getting more upset.

However, Caster, whom she had never met, really made her worry about it.

After all, that man was the culprit who made Fujimaru Tatsuka show her disappointed expression when she first saw her.

call……

Are you here?

Already able to sense the magic power fluctuations of the heroic spirit.

One—no, two, three... more? !

Thirty holy crystals were thrown down, and more than a few powerful heroic spirits were summoned for the first time. Moreover, the magic power of these heroic spirits is somewhat familiar... Oh my god!

Caster!

Among these Heroic Spirits, there is a Caster!

Hei Jean's expression changed slightly, and Fujimaru Tatsuka raised her head abruptly.

Too shocked, too pleasantly surprised, my heart even had a tendency to beat faster than it could bear.Fujimaru Tachika didn't even bother to say hello to the other heroic spirits who came here, and shouted incoherently at the colorful light that was slowly dissipating: "Yes, it's Caster—is that you? Caster?"

The spinning light finally dimmed.

The figures that appeared in the call to return to peace were indeed Heroic Spirits familiar to Tatsuka Fujimaru.

"The real King Arthur, Miss Saber! And... Knights of the Round Table! Welcome!"

Saying this in his mouth, his eyes quickly searched the crowd. Saber, the smile on Arturia's face seemed to say that she had expected Fujimaru Tateka's reaction long ago, so under her signal, the Knights of the Round Table took a step back and let out the space that was blocked by them. Yes, the Heroic Spirit with the class of Caster that came last——

"..."

"..."

Merlin smiled and waved at the last human master: "Hi~"

"Huh? Huh? Huh? I have worked so hard to come here to help in the snowy mountains in a special way. How can you welcome me with such a cold expression? Fujimaru Tatsuka-kun, there is something wrong with your hospitality!"

Fujimaru Tachika: "No... Excuse me, but please don't, let me talk, I need, calm down."

"Hey, young man, the psychological endurance is really poor."

The Magician of Flowers, who had seized Caster's position, seemed to shake his head with emotion, and with just this one sentence, he succeeded in drawing hatred.

But who is Merlin?

He is best at provoking the anger of others with words, never relents when he pokes people's pain, and has never been a successful person who has been beaten by the victim in a sack.

Such a person knows very well where the bottom line of the psychological endurance of human beings is.

Therefore, before Fujimaru Tachika, who had suffered such a big blow, was about to collapse and was about to faint, his voice changed, and he shouted lightly again: "I have worked hard, I am so unpopular, or You have to have the cheek to hang around here."

"Fujimaru Tachika-kun, for the sake of your disappointment, come on, treat me as a free labor force, return these three stones to you, and ask someone to summon you again."

"Oh, don't hesitate, just find a passer-by - I think the suspicious person who is wandering back and forth outside the door right now is not bad."

"...What is this most suspicious white-haired man talking about! Where am I wandering? I just happened to pass by, okay?"

Fujimaru Tachika: "Doctor?!"

Always feel something is wrong.

Not only was the doctor, who had been buried in his work for a long time and hadn't seen him outside, unexpectedly ran to the door of the summoning room to pass by, but also, the doctor called Merlin a "white-haired man" in a very rude manner!

Incredible.

Merlin pretended not to hear: "Come, come, come, come here, a suspicious pink-haired person exuding a waste wood smell, come and do poor Lixiang-jun a favor."

No, actually you still heard it.

"A suspicious pink-haired person exuding the smell of trash at first sight": "... Enough, I don't know you at all, so don't just flirt with you. Lixiang, I'm going back to work first—hey!"

Before the words fell, Fujimaru Tachika rushed over and forcibly dragged Dr. Roman, who was trying to escape, into the summoning room.

"Why didn't I think of it before? Doctor! Please, you who have nothing to do with Caster and are just a passer-by, try to summon Caster with a fair and just heart without any distracting thoughts!"

"Any possible method must be tried, so... please!"

"It has nothing to do with it...just a passerby..."

For some reason, the man who repeated these two sentences in a very small voice was dragged to the front of the summoning formation, and his expression full of helplessness and resistance showed a brief moment of trance.

"Ah, yes, this is indeed the relationship between me and him." Roman said.

"In that case, why do you still refuse? It's just a casual attempt. What are you worried about, and what are you hesitating about?"

It seemed to be the simplest question. Among the people present, only the person who asked and the man who was questioned understood the deep meaning of the words.

The magician who had just arrived looked over before the crowd, and he couldn't see the color in his eyes, let alone whether he was sarcastic or mocking.

And among the knights of the round table who came here, one knight behaved a little strangely, as if looking forward to something, looking straight at the center of the summoning formation, the smile on the corner of his mouth was hard to dissipate.

It was as if they all knew that "that person" would come, and he would definitely come.

Even if the summoned person is not Roman, he will come later and come to them.

"It's all here."

When Roman spoke again, his tone seemed to be helpless, and it seemed to be deeper and deeper than helplessness.

"Okay, okay, I'll come—don't blame me if I haven't summoned it."

"No! Come on, doctor!"

Come on?Ha ha……

The man called a doctor smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He casually threw the three Saint Quartz returned by Merlin into the summoning circle, and could hear fragmentary and crisp sounds.Then, the summoning array began to operate.

——If, wanting to come here is your wish.What right do I have to stop it.

I've been suppressing it so hard, I've endured it until now, and I don't want to say that name no matter what...

— my queen.

--My dear love.

--mine……

……

……

— Airlie.

The petals were pulled by trembling fingertips, obviously without much effort, but they still reluctantly fell to the green grass under their feet.

Here is his dream.

Heroic Spirits don't need to sleep.However, he curled himself up in the Throne of Heroes, and fell asleep unconsciously while waiting for the voice calling him.

His dream, probably started not long ago, was fixed as the background of the sea of ​​flowers.

Before that, he wandered aimlessly in the sea of ​​flowers, and then searched in the sea of ​​flowers on a whim.Unexpectedly, he really found a small flower bud hidden in the dense flowers that has not yet fully bloomed.

This flower is really too small.

The sky is almost completely covered by the surrounding companions, and only the pitiful sunlight can penetrate the gap to illuminate it and give it nourishment.

He found it, as if he had discovered something novel, he just knelt aside and carefully pulled the other flowers that were blocking the sun aside, leaving enough gaps for the buds to breathe.

Under his gaze, the buds slowly stretched and opened slowly.

The color of the previously wrapped petals revealed first was blue, which was exactly the same as his hair color and eye color, which immediately made him like it even more.

The tightly wrapped petals are also slowly separating, exploring stubbornly in different directions.He was patient, and he waited, wanting to see what the bud would turn out to be.

However - at this moment.

The voice that called him has come.

He was surprised, but at the same time, joy arose in his heart.

"I'm leaving."

Before leaving, he bid farewell to the flowers that grew in the dream and did not exist in reality.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the end, but... it's enough."

"I heard the sound of flowers about to bloom."

--coming.

——According to the call, with the most impatient attitude, came to the side of the master of another world.

despair.despair.

This is probably what everyone wants to hear the most, the light footsteps of a highly anticipated Heroic Spirit.

However, what kind of gorgeous words can be used to describe in detail the incomparable beauty brought by this heroic spirit?

He hugged his arms full of flowers, colorful, all crowded on his chest.

"I picked some extra flowers that I planted for a master before and brought them back to the Hall of Valor."

It seemed that he felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and he slightly gathered up the large bouquet of flowers, covering more than half of his flawless face, only revealing those blue eyes that were as moist as water.

"Anyway, it was prepared for today. Although I have waited for too long, I have never forgotten it."

"By the way...you seem to be very powerful, may I ask you to marry me?"

Black Joan who was suddenly targeted: "...??!!!"

"—Just kidding, please don't pay attention, I just want to ease the atmosphere."

As a result, the easing of the atmosphere failed... Cough, cough, cough.

After coughing lightly, correct the color again.

Do it all over again.

"Caster, I am here according to the call. Hello, master, I am willing to fulfill all my wishes for you."

"However, before I try to make your wish come true."

"Master, and everyone here. Can I give you a hug?"

This request is too strange.

But no one turned him down.

—Yes, not a single one.